#I also forgot how difficult jackets are XD

[fallen-kia]

Oh here I am with pencil and paper, abandoning my tablet. I know nothing is final, but I wanted to draw my to MCs for @twincovesgame wonderful project. Also realized I can’t draw jackets at all 😂 I need to practice. But alas! I am still happy how these came out, it’s been too long and I need to draw more... this gives me an excuse!

#twin coves game #oc #art #sketch #I really don’t know what made me do this #I also forgot how difficult jackets are XD #I will get lots of practice with this I’m sure because I am OBSESSED #wisteria games #drawing #I don’t know what happened to serenity’s jacket... but it’s there I guess lol #Kia #serenity #my ocs #twincoves

[lunaekalenda]

hi! I think your work is amazing! :)))) Could you do one fic in which CEO Levi has an idol girlfriend, and she's going to do her debut and he has like problems to be there hearing her amazing and angeical and powerful voice, but he does whatever he can to go. there (in the debut place she's going to do her debut) he does the proposal and she says yes and kis kis fall in love XD

uwndhsbxjs yes! i hope you like it! 💖💖 made a little scenario and sorry for the waiting! also so cheeeesy sorry :’)

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❁ CEO Levi x Idol Female Reader

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It is today. All the news channels talk about the debut of a new girl group. Your face is all around the city, in posters and public TVs. You’re really nervous. Levi told you he couldn't be there for your debut.

"It's okay, Levi. Don't worry." He sighs on the other side of the phone.

"I'll follow it on internet." he promises. He’s taking all his things, asking Hange to have the elevator prepared.

"Don't force yourself." you say. He lets out a little laugh.

"See your debut will never be a burden for me. Impress everyone, hm?" he asks. You answer and hang. You debut is only ten minutes away and you're so nervous. Nervous because your boyfriend isn't there. Nervous because it's your first time singing in front of that huge quantity of people, without counting all the ones connected online. Your dress shines and all your group mates are excited for the debut. So you are, but you feel sadness because your boyfriend has to work on your debut.

"Come on, your turn!" the manager calls you all. You and your band mates hug, your shining clothes making a beautiful reflection on a near wall. You can hear all the claps and yells, and also the fast rhythm of your heart. 

This was your dream.

Sad that your boyfriend has to work. That’s what he said.

Levi was taking a car in the moment they announced you. He’ll be mixed with people when the song starts, and the ring on his jacket is as heavy as a full steel bar. He listens your voice, how awesome and sweet it sounds. His gaze is searching you on the big screens around, where they are showing your group debut. He wishes all goes assuredly to his plan. Your song ends. Now, you know there’s a fast fan-meeting.

"Awesome debut form our new girl-group! Now, a lucky fan will come here and have a fan-meeting with this awesome and talented girls! First, we announce the VIP past, and then, the normal pull. Stay tuned!”

Your bandmates told you behind the stage that you should be the one receiving the fan, since you’re the most extroverted one. That personality trait is something Levi admires, and not gonna lie, he needs that now. He doesn’t know how he came up with this idea. He wrote all he feels for you on a letter, hoping you will read it once the two of you are alone.

“Is Levi Ackerman here? You won the VIP Pass!” Levi didn’t want to trick the contest, so he bought a VIP ticket, letting the other fans have the possibility to win the meeting. You look confused.

“He...”

“Here.” his voice comes from near. You see him, coming up to the stage. You eyes full of tears look at him.

“Levi, what...?”

He takes out a letter. “I want you to read this once we’re alone. You know I’m not a huge fan of make public my private life, but your debut deserves this, and you deserve even more, but this is all I can give you.” he takes a little box. “In exchange, I’ll ask for something difficult. I know I’m not the best man out there.” you can hear your bandmates sobs and exclamations, along with all the public. You’re sobbing. “I know I’m difficult to handle sometimes, and that I make you angry when I answer sharply, I’m working on it, love. The thing here i, in exchange of this present, I want you to stay by my side forever.” he says, opening the box. A cute diamond ring shines into the box. “So, will you be my wife, y/n?”

You feel how your world stops to turn. Suddenly, there isn’t people, crying sounds or yells. There are only a ring, Levi and your thoughts. You’re happy, you want to cry, laugh, kiss him and sing at the same time. You want to ask him how did he find such a good opportunity. You want to leave the stage and go back home with your fiancée. 

“Levi...” you say, all working again. “Of course I want to marry you.” he slides the ring in your finger, catching your body and letting your lips find his. He takes your face far from his, parting for air, wiping your tears away. “I love you so much, and I can’t wait to spend my life with you.”

“I love you too, Levi.” you say. He smiles, he’s truly smiling. “I’ll move the moon to make you happy.”

“I don’t need anything more than you.”

Later that night, with Levi’s arms around you and your fingers caressing the ring, you ask him to read the letter for you. He blushes, but accepts.

“Y/N. I’m sorry for lying to you. I don’t have to work. But I hope that my surprise is enough to you for forgiving me. Also, we should thank all your bandmates for helping me. But I’m not writing this to thank other people. You’re beautiful. From head to toes, every single part of you. Your smile, your grumpy face, your hands and your voice. Everything about you is a huge fantasy and I feel like daydreaming every time I’m near you. You are such a kind and lovely person, I feel the most fortunate man out there for having you by my side. The causes of you choosing me from all the people in the world are still a mystery.” you hit his arm quietly. “But I’m glad you did. I’m glad you entered my company for error trying to be an idol, I’m glad you forgot your umbrella, I’m glad that you lived far so I could give you a ride home. I fell in love so easily... And you liked me. That was what made me happy. You made me happy. 

And there are’t enough words to thank you for that. I hope i can give you all back, Mrs. Ackerman.”

#aot x reader #aot fluff #aot fic #aot fanfiction #aot scenario #snk x reader #snk fluff #snk kisses #snk fic #levi x reader #levi ackerman #levi x y/n #levi x you #ceo!levi #idol reader #levi x idol!reader

[lancermylove]

Teenager MC 6: Revisit (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: Demon Bros x gn!Reader, platonic. 

Warning: Angst.

Requested by: @dexpairs-blog

Prompt: Hello!(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ Ok so i had this idea(for like DAYS lol) for the teenage mc, this is gonna be pretty angsty and prob long so if you want you can ignore it! After the incident ™ and the whole Lilith thing (you know that the brothers basically saw them as a replacement for Lilith) MC decided that they wanted nothing to do with them anymore so they pretended to get along with them only to ignore the brothers and pretend this whole year never happened at the end of the exchange program. And like,, this leaves them confused asf and then Dia tells them that they told him that after what happened they straight up decided to lie to the brothers for the rest of the year and that they wanted nothing to do with them and that they don't want them to be in their life anymore. BUT NOW THE GOOD PART COMES IN, After YEARS the MC who's now a fully grown adult (like around 24/25) comes back to the Devildom with Solomon to visit the undateables since they kept in touch over the years and they're still bitter about it, how would they react to it? Would they try to earn MC's forgiveness or would they hold a grudge against them?I'm Sorry to request this but✨angst✨HSKSHSKSH I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LONG😭 YOU CAN IGNORE IT IF YOU DON'T WANT TO WRITE IT!! Also i know you write for like four characters but i also saw you write for everyone so idk gsjsghs you can choose if you want only a few characters or all the brothers.😔 Have a nice day/night and stay safe!!💕💕 Love your blog 🥺

A/N: HI! I would never ignore such a good request~. :3 LOL, I think most of us have a hidden (or open) love for angst. Oh, I changed the 4 characters thing last year to no limit! I put 4 character at the beginning because I wanted to settle into writing, and now I’m comfortable to do all characters with getting overwhelmed. BSTS has 26 character, and I wrote for all of them in one HC. XD Aww thank you!! ❤️😘

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Lucifer

Lucifer was at a loss for words after hearing Diavolo's explanation. Being the Avatar of Pride, he knew treating you like someone else would injure your pride, but he was hurt regardless. 

He and his brothers treated you like family, watched over you, wished for your happiness and well-being, and this is how you repay them? If you had any issue with anything, why didn’t you just tell him? Why did you pretend and hurt all of them? 

Your pretense and sudden change of attitude directly wounded his pride. 

When he heard you returned after all these years, Lucifer frowned and asked Barbatos, "Why inform me? I'm certain they will not want to meet me. Now, excuse me." 

You wanted nothing to do with him and his brothers, and he wanted nothing to do with you.

Lucifer mumbled to himself as he walked away, “You are right; you are not Lilith. She was kind and would never have put on an act of pretense.” 

Mammon

Mammon shattered when you ignored him. He trusted you and even thought of you as his family, so why did you choose to hurt him?

Even when he learned the reason, Mammon’s pain didn’t lessen. Was it wrong to compare you to someone they cared deeply about? Didn’t you trust him enough to talk to him about this? He would’ve explained and even would've heard your side. He would have done anything to make you happy. All you had to do was tell him. 

Asmo informed Mammon about your return to Devildom, and the Avatar of Greed couldn't stop himself from visiting you. He hurried to the castle and threw his arm around you. “You’re back!” 

When he felt your muscles stiffen, Mammon released you from his embrace and looked into your eyes. "All those times ya smiled at me...was it all pretend? When you said ya like me, was it all a lie? When you said ya cared about me...you were acting?” 

Tears filled his eyes as he gripped your shoulders. "Why didn't you tell me the truth? We loved Lilith with all our heart, and we loved ya too. So...why did ya have to hurt us? We trusted you...”

Diavolo, Barbatos, and Solomon remained silent and watched the two of you. 

“We knew you weren’t Lilith. We watched her die in front of our eyes...we couldn’t save her...but,” Mammon lowered his head and closed his eyes, “ya meant everything to us. We knew you weren’t Lilith, but having ya around made us feel like Lilith was with us.” 

Mammon frantically wiped his face with his jacket sleeve and averted his eyes. “You hurt us...you hurt me...and I w-won’t forgive ya for t-that.” 

He reluctantly walked out of there, holding the urge to turn around and look at you. 

Levi

Levi felt his heart slowly breaking into pieces. You never liked him? You only pretended to be nice to him? All those things you said, all your words of encouragement were a lie? His chest ached, and he couldn’t breathe properly.

You were just like everyone else. He should’ve known better.

He was right to stay shut in his room. People only knew how to hurt him, and you weren’t any different.

When Levi heard you returned, he slumped back into his gaming chair. He increased the volume of his game to drown out any unwanted thoughts.

He forced himself to focus on his raid, but his hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Levi was having a hard time breathing and felt lightheaded.

The Avatar of Envy shook his head and told himself to focus, but tears clouded his vision, making it hard for him to navigate his in-game character.

Wasn’t hurting him once enough? Why did you have to return and bring all the pain back? He didn’t want anything to do with you, so why didn’t you just leave him alone?

Satan

Satan was upset when he finally learned the reason for your sudden change of behavior towards them.

Being a logical demon, he couldn’t fathom why you had to pretend. Why didn’t you just tell them the truth? Was it that difficult to say, “I am not Lilith, so stop thinking of me as her replacement!” Sure, your statement would have pained them, but they would have understood.

Would it not have been easier to come clear than put up an act? So, why?

The swirl of emotions building up inside him forced Satan to unleash his wrath. In his blind-rage state, he nearly injured some of his brothers, but Lucifer and Diavolo managed to get him under control before he did something he regretted.

When Satan heard you returned, he simply replied, “I see.”

He didn’t want anything to do with you. The last thing Satan wanted was for his wrath to get out of hand again. He didn’t want to hurt any of his brothers, especially not because of you.

Granted, he never met Lilith, but he knew how much his brothers cared for her. He had heard stories and shared Lucifer’s visions, and Satan knew for sure that you weren’t Lilith, and you would never be like her.

Asmo

Asmo couldn’t believe his ears and could only stare at Diavolo with wide eyes. It never dawned on him that he and his brothers were treating you as a replacement for Lilith.

Though your pretense hurt him, he could understand your point of view. If someone treated him as a replacement, he would be upset with them as well.

When Asmo heard you returned to Devildom, he wasn't sure how to feel. He wanted to meet you but knew you didn't want to see him. The Avatar of Lust decided to visit you, considering he wanted to apologize to you.

Asmo slowly walked up behind you and spoke softly. "Hi, sweetie. I'm glad to see you're doing well. You may not want to see me, but please listen to what I have to say."

He stepped in front of you and took your hands in his. "Sweetie, I am so sorry for hurting your feelings. I don't blame you for what you did, but dear, why didn't you tell us? You didn’t have to pretend. If you had spoken up back then, we would have mend our ways. All of us missed our beloved sister, so..."

Seeing your expressionless face, Asmo changed subjects. "Anyway, I simply wanted to apologize to you. Please take care of yourself, and sweetie, you look beautiful."

Asmo forced a smile before releasing your hands and walking away.

Beel

When Diavolo told everyone what you said to him, Beel broke.

He knew you weren’t Lilith but having you around lessened his guilt for not being able to save his sister. Learning that you didn't like being Lilith's replacement, Beel was in turmoil.

The demon truly cared about you and thought you cared for him as well. He even shared his food with you, so why did you hate him? Was seeing you as Lilith bad?

When you returned to Devildom as an adult, Beel got so excited that he forgot what happened in the past and came to meet you. But when he saw your bitter expression, he froze.

Beel approached you and tugged on your sleeve. "I missed...you. Are you doing okay?"

You chose to ignore him, but Solomon couldn't brush aside Beel's disheartened expression. "Beel, it seems like (Y/N) is still upset. Could you leave them alone?"

"But...why are you upset? I am sorry if I hurt you." The Avatar of Gluttony replied.

"Are you truly sorry? Do you know the reason why you hurt them?" Solomon asked, but Beel shook his head, "I know you miss Lilith, but treating (Y/N) as a replacement was unfair to them."

The demon remained silent for a few seconds before mumbling, "Treating her as Lilith?"

He began to recall everything he and his brother had done. Beel felt guilty; he knew you weren't Lilith, and now, he realizes treating you as a substitute was wrong.

"I am s-sorry," he whispered, lowering his head, "I was happy to see you. I couldn't save Lilith, so meeting you...it felt like she came back. I am sorry...I promise I won't bother you again."

Beel dropped a bag of your favorite Devildom sweets in your hand. "These are for you."

Saying those words, he turned and dragged his feet towards the exit.

Belphie

Belphie was angry after hearing Diavolo’s words. Every inch of his body, mind, and heart filled with anger. He hated humans but meeting you changed his mind, and this infuriated him. He was right to think that humans are vile beings. He was enraged at himself for allowing you to influence this thought. 

How did Lilith fall for a human? How did such a caring, loving, and kind angel fall for such a creature? How he wished he had learned of this and stopped Lilith, then none of this would have happened. 

Belphie’s resentment towards humans returned tenfold. He wished he had never met you. 

When the Avatar of Sloth heard you had returned, he was ready to manifest in front of you in his demon form and attack you. But Beel stopped him, “Belphie, don’t.” 

“What do you mean, Beel? (Y/N) hurt all of us. The entire time they were only acting...we were wrong to think of them as our family. We...trusted them.”

“Belphie, Lilith wouldn’t want you to hurt (Y/N).” 

Hearing Beel’s words doused Belphie’s wrath. He decided to let you live, solely for Lilith’s sake. For the time being, he was going to take a nap and calm his mind. 

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[yuzusorbet]

My Sendai Holiday (April 2018) - Part 2:  Ice Rink Sendai

Part 1 was about Yuzuru’s Olympic Victory Parade, the main purpose of my trip. The other purpose was to just enjoy being in Yuzu’s hometown.  After I became his fan (since 2014 Sochi Olympics), Sendai is a place that I often saw in photos and videos and read about (and translated about), and so I have been wanting to visit for the longest time.  The 2018 victory parade made it the perfect time to go.  Yuzu said during one press conference, “By all means, please come to Sendai and spend some money.”   And so I did!  :D 

(It’s another one of my VERY long posts, haha.  I want to remember all my emotions and all the wonderful things that I experienced.) 

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My first afternoon in Sendai, I had no plans but my heart was yearning to go to Yuzu’s home rink.  I knew I would be going there the next day with a friend Ella, but I realised I couldn’t wait!  This is the rink where Yuzu grew up, the rink that he loves, the rink that he donates all his royalties from his 2 autobiographies to (‘Aoi Hono’ 1 & 2).   It was recently renovated (in the 2nd half of 2017) with ideas/suggestions from him and Shizuka Arakawa.   So I found myself going to the tourist information centre in Sendai Station to get directions to Ice Rink Sendai.  (The tourist info centre is awesome!  Photo above.  There is staff who speak very good English.  I did not need to use my Japanese at all.)

There are 2 ways to get to the rink and I chose the 50-minute bus ride.  I wanted to relax on the bus and see the neighbourhood and eat my ‘zunda mochi’ and ‘zunda pudding’ (Sendai specialty, sweet deserts made from edamame, bought from a shop in the station)  (Yuzu ate zunda mochi in ‘Weekend Sendai’ photo shoot).  It was a delicious and scenic ride.  

Photo above: Nanakita River and Yurtec Stadium, home to J.League club Vegalta Sendai (and also to Vegatta-kun, the eagle mascot that loves Yuzu very much xD).  Being in the Nanakita area means the rink is near!

After alighting at the right stop (I checked with the bus driver to be sure), I looked around wondering where the rink was.... then I saw this ‘Fun-te’ sign;  Ice Rink Sendai’s name and logo is there too! 

Turning right at the sign, soon I saw a familiar building.

I am here!!!  The rink that I’ve seen in videos and photos, and read so much about!  There was a banner hanging down one side: “Congratulations, Hanyu Yuzuru senshu, gold medal”.

After entering through the glass doors, I saw this beautiful sight.......

Along the left wall was a Yuzu-in-kimono standee and LOTS of messages on the wall.  They were support messages to Yuzu written before PyeongChang Olympics.  Many of them were written on specially made oval-shaped paper with the words “PyeongChang 2018 Olympics; Ganbare!! Hanyu-senshu!!” at the top of the paper.  The photo below is a close-up of 2 such messages.  

These two were written by members of Pandalion, the Sendai group that composed cheer songs for Yuzu for both Olympics.  One message says ‘Forever supporting you!!’ and the other says ‘You are a phoenix!!’ (the kanji is literally: You are the bird that never dies!)   I was so touched reading the messages.  They were all written during the long silent period when Yuzu was recovering from injury.  The people here kept on believing in him (and I’m so proud to say I did too).  

Next to all the support messages was a whiteboard with Yuzu’s messages from past years.  The first one has no date but I saw a photo of it a long time back.  It says: ‘Even though we are apart, our hearts are one!!  Everyone “forward”!!  I will also work harder and become strong!’  (my translation) And he signs off with a little mushroom drawing next to his name.  Reading it, I felt again how much he loves his hometown and how difficult it was for him to leave Sendai to train in Toronto.  (His desire to become a better skater was so strong, he knew sacrifices had to be made.)   The other 2 messages are from 2014 (thanking everyone for their support) and 2017 (congratulations on the 10th anniversary).  

Further down this left wall was the entrance to a little exhibition gallery with photos and memorabilia of Shizuka Arakawa and Yuzuru.  Photo-taking is not allowed in this part.  But here are 3 photos from news sources (thanks to ElenaC):  

The cutest thing was a pair of small, black skating boots with a name labeled on the blades, ‘はにゅう ゆづる’ (’Hanyu Yuzuru’ in hiragana)..... could be his earliest pair of skates!     

On the right side near the entrance is the ticket machine and the reception counter.   You buy a 200-yen ticket if you want to enter the rink area to look around and watch people skate.  If you want to rent a pair of skates and do some actual skating, you buy the 1700-yen ticket.    

Straight ahead were glass panels and a set of glass doors that lead to the ice rink.  There is a sign on the door saying photography is not allowed inside.  The young lady at the reception counter explained that it is for protecting the privacy of the children skating there.

It was quiet and peaceful on this day of my 1st visit.   In the reception/exhibition area, there were only 3 or 4 people slowly looking at the messages, photos and exhibits.  After spending some time here, I bought a 200 yen ticket and entered the area where the rink is.  

There were many skaters in the rink.  The first things that caught my eyes were 2 big posters of Yuzu on the opposite side of the rink;  they were the ‘Aoi Hono’ posters (Book 1 and 2).... wow..... so beautiful......  I walked around and then I sat down on one of the viewing benches to watch the skating.  Most of the skaters were school children having skate lessons after school.  

After a while, a lady who looked familiar entered the rink and started to coach a group of children.  It was Nanami Abe-sensei!!!!  Aww....... I felt so happy to see her!  The coach who was with Yuzu in so many of his earlier videos, the coach who was in tears after his legendary R&J in Nice 2012, the great coach that I have read so much about...... my heart was just so moved to see her for real in person.  She was in a longish black down jacket, with short cropped hair and black-framed specs.  

Pic below:  there is a photo of her in the poster on the right, and a photo of her and other coaches of Ice Rink Sendai. The poster on the left shows the exhibition area before the renovation of the rink.  (These posters are in the outer area where the message board is.)

She was coaching a group of children who looked about 12 years old to early teens (about 5 girls and 1 boy).   I just sat there watching them, feeling very happy and contented. 

After some time, I suddenly I heard Nanami-sensei saying in Japanese, “Photos are not allowed.  Please do not take photos.”  I realised that 2 ladies sitting on a bench near me were using their handphones to take photos.  Oops..... maybe they forgot that it was not allowed in here.  Nanami-sensei then came out of the ice rink and was now walking towards our benches!  She went to the ladies and said politely but firmly, “Please delete the photos that you took.”  They were not Japanese but Nanami-sensei just repeated herself until they understood.  She stood there and watched them as they deleted the photos in their phones, and then she went back into the rink and continued with her class.  Wow..... that was so cool!!!  She is so cool!!!  I sat there watching her with a HUGE amount of respect and feeling even more in awe of her!  (And I couldn’t help feeling a little scared of her too, haha!) 

I stayed there watching the skaters until it was closing time (6pm).  Of course, I was tempted to skate as well.  But I know I can’t skate to save my life and the ice is so hard..... I was afraid of falling and breaking something and not being able to go for Yuzu’s victory parade!  I decided I would just have to come back here another day after the parade. :)) 

The next day was Saturday, ie. the day before the parade.  My friend Ella had arrived in Sendai and I came to the rink with her.  What a big difference today.... there was a long queue to go in!  (The rink would be closed on parade day itself.) Pic below:  I was waiting in line near the main entrance when I took this photo. The glass doors at the end lead to the ice rink.  The banner hung above the doors says “PyeongChang Olympics 2018 figure skating Japan representative, Hanyu Yuzuru senshu, gold medal congratulations”.   

Pic below: I was now inside and I took this photo from the opposite direction.

Because it was crowded, we didn’t stay long.  Ella had a good look at the whole place and we both knew we would come back again soon.   So we headed to a very nice Starbucks nearby and relaxed there with our frappuccinos.  

Next to it was a big bookshop with a poster of Yuzu’s book ‘Yume wo Ikiru’ prominently displayed outside.  Of course, we went in for a while. :) 

Lots of beautiful books inside. :) 

For the return journey in the afternoon, there were no buses that go to Sendai Station (they only run in the morning with a last bus at 1.35pm).  It’s a short bus ride or a 20-min walk to the nearest station ‘Izumi Chuo Station’ and then take the subway.  (Note: bus schedules may change according to month/season.)

Next day = Yuzu’s Parade Day = the hottest day ever recorded for April in Sendai.  After the parade, the next few days were grey and rainy.  I was so grateful thinking back to parade day...... thank God it was hot and sunny!  (link to my parade day post is at the bottom of this post)  With the parade over, it was safe to do some ice skating!   So one rainy day, I went back to Ice Rink Sendai.

My initial plan was to take a walk around the Nanakita area, have a look at Nanakita Elementary School (that Yuzu attended) and Nanakita Park (where Yuzu sat on a bench in ‘Weekend Sendai’ mag), and then head to the rink.  But it was not good weather for being outdoors.  I decided to go to the rink first; maybe the rain would stop later and I could go to the park and the school after skating.  

Pic below: on the way there by bus again.

In Ice Rink Sendai, the staff at the reception counter were the same ladies that I saw on the other 2 days, and one of them remembered me from my previous visits!  haha, that made me so happy! :D  

I handed them 2 postcards for Yuzu, one written on behalf of the FB International Fan Group and one from myself.  The staff said they would pass them to him. :)  Then one of them helped me with the purchase at the ticket machine;  I paid 300 yen for a pair of plain grey gloves (mascot Irene gloves were out of stock but it’s ok cos I do have a pair at home) and 1700 yen for skating and rental of skates.  I asked her “how many hours”, I thought it would be for 2 or 3 hours, but she said, “Until closing time.” Oh wow!  You mean I can skate here the whole day???  Glad the rain made me come here earlier than planned!

Then she asked me if I wanted a ‘point card’ even though I may not be able to use it -- you get a stamp for each session, and 5 stamps will give you one free session.   I had told her on my first visit that I don’t live in Japan and I came because of the parade, so she knew it would be hard for me to make use of it (card expires in one year).  It was so nice of her to offer me one.... I told her I would keep it as a souvenir.  How I wish I could skate here 5 times a year!  

I entered the area of the rink.  It was so quiet!  There were only 3 adults skating as most children were still in school; their lessons would start later in the afternoon.  For now, it felt like I had the whole rink to myself!   I went to the rental skates counter and the staff helped me to get the right size of skate boots.  

Then, one thing really, really surprised me.  The staff actually asked a coach to look after me for a while!  A female coach with a very kind and sweet face came to me as I was wearing my skates and said she would give me some guidance.  Wow..... what a kind gesture from them!!!  I was so touched!  Thank you, staff-san and sensei!!!

Pic below:  I am ready to skate!

Sensei showed me how to get onto the ice safely and how to move forward and how not to fall.  We went very slowly round the rink together as I practised what she showed me.   At first, I was very nervous and afraid of falling.... I know how painful it is!  Then I started to get more comfortable on the ice and more confident, thanks to her instructions.  And I love the ice!!!  It was very dry throughout and very nice to skate on.  I moved slowly around the rink, with Sensei patiently skating next to me.   

Sensei was so warm and friendly, and chatted to me as we skated. (Once again, I felt very thankful that my Japanese is good enough for a decent conversation.)  She said she loves skating and she has been teaching here for many years.   I told her that I have been a Yuzu-fan since Sochi Olympics and I had come to Sendai for the victory parade and I really wanted to visit his home rink.  So here I was!  She was very happy to hear that and thanked me for coming.  Then she told me that she was already coaching here when Yuzu was a little boy and he was so cute with his mushroom hair!  Oh WOW!!!!!  I am skating with someone who knew him as a kid!!!  I felt so privileged to have her company!  We started to talk about how great he is, not only as a skater, but as a person as well.  It was very obvious that Sensei is extremely proud of him. :)   She also told me some funny anecdotes.  She said that among the little kids that she teaches now, the boys say, “When I grow up, I want to be Hanyu-kun.”   And the girls say, “When I grow up, I want to marry Hanyu-kun.”  Hahaha....... SO CUTE!!!!!

As my ‘lesson’ progressed, children and teens started to arrive at the rink for their lessons.  As we continued to skate slowly round the rink, students would skate up to greet Sensei.  She responded to each one with a gentle nod and a smile. These were all her former students, she told me.  What lovely students, I thought.  So well-mannered and respectful...... just like a guy I know. Ci  

Then Sensei said it was time for her to get ready for her lesson with some children, so she would leave me to practice on my own.  I thanked her profusely for her kindness and she replied that she really enjoyed teaching me. :D  

Before she went off, she made sure I was ok.  Told me that if I feel cold, there is a ‘warm room’ where I can enter with my skates and sit for a while.  If I am hungry, there is a lounge where I can get food and have a rest, but no skates allowed there so I need to change back into my normal shoes for that room. She also said there are a lot of Yuzu’s books and magazines there so I should go and take a look!!!  haha.... Sensei really understands the heart of a fan!  Ice-resurfacing was going to start at 3pm;  no skating for 30 minutes, perfect time to head to the lounge!   

If you want to see the place, here is a link with 3 news videos:  twitter.  And this is an English news article with a few photos. 

The lounge is a very comfortable place with neat rows of tables and chairs.  And there are really a lot of Yuzu’s books and magazines there! Nicely displayed on a few low shelves that encircle a cosy sitting area further inside.

WOWWWW......................

I CAN STAY HERE ALL DAY........

There were vending machines selling drinks and hot food.  I got a box of ‘yaki onigiri’ (grilled rice balls which I love), selected a few mags and sat by the huge glass windows that look out towards the rink.  “Itadakimasu!”   

What a perfect meal.

Soon, the zamboni had done its job and the skaters were out on the ice again.  I found it so hard to leave the lounge..... I wanted to look through ALL the magazines first!  But the rink closes at 6pm..... there was not much time left to skate.  So after spending a bit more time on the mags, I tore myself away and went back outside to put on my skates.  

Now there were several coaches on the ice and different classes were going on. I waved to Sensei who was teaching a tiny little boy..... awww Yuzu must have been like that when he started.....  And then, I saw Nanami-sensei again!  She came into the rink and started to coach a group of older children.  I continued to skate slowly round and round the rink, trying my best NOT to stare and to concentrate on my own practice.  I admire her so much as a coach and choreographer that I couldn’t help feeling excited to be skating near her. xD 

The older children were practising jumps and spins.  There were also a few adults skating.  Everyone was so good and I must have stuck out like a sore thumb.  But surprisingly, I was not embarrassed nor self-conscious.  I think I must have been too overwhelmed with happiness to feel anything else. :D

Too soon, it was closing time.  I returned my skates and thanked the staff for their help and kindness.  I went outside and saw that it was still raining!!!  And I had totally forgotten about checking the weather and trying to go to Nanakita-koen, haha!   

I was putting up the hood of my parka when I heard someone call my name.  It was the coach who had taught me..... Sensei!   She asked me where I was going and I told her I was going to take the bus and then the subway to Yaotome Station.  ‘Rikyu’, a restaurant near there has very delicious grilled liver and beef tongue, and also Yuzu’s signature, haha.  And then, I got another HUGE surprise of the day.... she said she could send me there in her car!!!  I quickly declined her offer, gosh how could I trouble her!  But she assured me that the restaurant was on her way. She also said it was getting dark very quickly because of the rainy weather and she would worry about me trying to look for it in the dark.  And again insisted it was no trouble for her as she was going that way.  Awww...... Sensei, you’re too kind for words!!!  I asked her to join me for dinner but she said she had to run some errands, so she couldn’t.  We went to her car which was parked in the huge parking area outside Ice Rink Sendai and I had a very quick and comfortable journey to the restaurant.  Sensei, domo arigato gozaimashita!!!  

(Note of caution in case there are very young fans reading this: do NOT get into a car with someone you don’t know.)

(Photo above:  I took this photo of the restaurant after I waved goodbye to Sensei and I was waiting to cross the road.  There was a light drizzle.)

What a rainy day.... but oh how grateful I am for it!  It made me spend the whole afternoon at Yuzu’s home rink and I experienced the immense warmth and kindness of the people there!   Thank you, Ice Rink Sendai!  Thank you, Sensei!   

Part 1: victory parade day Part 3: coming up.... I will write about the rest of the trip, like going to places with Yuzu’s signature. :))   Update: Part 3 and Part 4

[Please do not use or re-post my stuff without my permission]

#Yuzuru Hanyu #ice rink sendai #such a wonderful experience #I feel so blessed

[karasunocurry]

Atsukashiyama Ibun Paris report

So I’m home and I feel like I’m in a post-convention depression more that I’ve felt after recent cons xD I was kind of sad that I wasn’t at Japan Expo Paris, I didn’t actually know beforehand they’d be there ^^; and I couldn’t take days off or afford to go either way, but I’d been looking forward to the musical for an entire week (including losing sleep over it, oops). I went to Paris on Friday and met up with Edo and did some shopping for items we needed (or didn’t need but I have a backscratcher that acts as extendable Ishikirimaru prop now xD). Later met up with Mai & Katy and then had a late but well-deserved dinner at a Japanese restaurant.

Saturday I attended the fanmeet near the Louvre. It was warm and we tried to stay in the shade of the trees. Some people came in cosplay (brave! but not smart xD) and it was fun to see all the itabags gathering. I didn’t talk to that many people but it was great meeting @sohmariku and talking about Japan and subbing. There was a lot of things going on in terms of ‘what we can do for the boys’, like signing a flag, writing short messages for Kitazono Ryo and even recording video messages (which I fucked up- and once I make a mistake I’m done for xD). Took a break early in the evening because I was tired and started getting a really bad headache, but met up with a group of people for dinner, and then went to bed. For some reason, woke up way too early every day but *shrug* it must be a jiji thing.

Sunday- performance day

Aaand then it was Sunday. I’d also decided to write letters on a whim but I only ended up writing two (for Sakiyama & Ryuji) and a get well soon card for Ryo.  I went to the venue around 10, to meet up with Edo and Katy again and check how everything would be organized. It appeared that goods would only be sold 45 minutes before the show. Uhm. I didn’t think too much of it at that point, but luckily Edo was very much set on getting in early for merch, so I was also pretty much in front of the line of one of the entrances.  Good thing too, because the goods stand was too small and too slow to allow many people to actually get their stuff. I managed to buy bromides, the pamphlet and a penlight - decided against the DVD bc I can get it cheaper online - and after I went to the toilet, they already announced that not many more people would be able to buy goods. I went in and took my seat and was later joined by Senta, who’d never watched the musical before so it was fun to afterwards hear what she thought of it and explain some more about the connection between the swords and their former masters. I wasn’t very much at the front but had a good view on the entire stage. At first the full cast and the producer (and writer?) took the stage to explain the Kitazono Ryo’s medical condition - he’d been diagnosed with retinal detachment and was advised not to act on stage, but he could do his lines and vocals. They then called him on stage, and you could tell by his posture and face that this was a very difficult thing to do. Ryo cried through his words and could hardly speak, it was so very sad to see him like this, apologizing for not being able to be on stage. He got a big round of applause and took a spot behind the audience from where he’d act out his lines. [spoilers ahead]

The musical started off differently, with Mikazuki doing a dance - immediately making the link to Tsuwamonodomo stronger - while the ‘human’ story played out behind him. They also added that smithing song between Mikazuki and Kogitsunemaru. There were some obvious changes to the musical, but mostly subltle changes in conversations and little things added here and there. The overall flow of the story remains the same, of course, but the musical has evolved through time and you can tell that there’s improvement in all aspects (although it was always great haha). The presence of Kogi on stage was not a big problem for the course of the story, since his interaction is mostly limited to speaking to others, aside from the song he shared with Mikazuki and ofc in the group scenes, there is an empty spot, but even so his character was there. It was still sad to see everyone looking at that empty spot, but I’m just glad that at least he was allowed to and able to perform by speaking.

I love the scenes with Benkei and Iwatooshi - let’s be honest, Iwatooshi is the new guy at the citadel in this piece and he’s so fucking strong, bless him. Just like his former master, he’s a good man with a strong sense of duty and good intuition. And his doubt and resolve are played out very well. Araki Kentaro is also great as Yoshitsune, in every performance he’s been able to express the duality between human Yoshitsune and possessed Yoshitsune very well. 

I also think everyone grew in their respective characters and the singing was also better than before. Everyone’s performance was outstanding. Mikazuki’s elegance, Iwatooshi’s strength, Ishikirimaru’s protectiveness, Kashuu’s vigor, Imanotsurugi’s enery and Kogi’s empathy, it was all there. I just love how these characters influence each other. At the end, the fighting got more intense than it was before, adding some dramatic despair that I don’t think I felt before during that scene, and I don’t think anyone would ever complain about Daichi’s bare back :) The Idol Live part was all new!! Surprisingly, I wasn’t expecting that and as people later pointed out, it was nowhere hinted at either - no idol outfit bromides for us yet, but I’d love to get those!.I love the new outfits, they were very nicely coordinated, the original character colours were used very well, and the jackets with connecting lines look so fabulous <3  The songs were also very good! Very upbeat and catchy and boi the dance moves!! I was really impressed and as Ishikirimaru fan I’ve been eyeing Sakiyama most of the time - hard to ignore his tight pants and smooth moves xD I have a vague feeling they also gave him more center stage time? His popularity has climbed since the first Atsukashiyama run so I guess they might take that into consideration? It made me happy to see that they looked like they were having a lot of fun, despite everything, that they were giving their all in a foreign country, and by the amount of pen lights and different colours, everyone had fans and I hope they felt our love~

They also kept up with the misogi tradition where someone has to say a line in repsonse to a given situation. Mikazuki got picked and instead of giving us a line, he had to flash his back, this kinky mofo. Mario ma boy you  know what you’re about don’t you. <3 At the end they all presented themselves in French (v cute baww), aaand it ended with otokomichi as usual but that entire song/act is just A+++, it’s such a motivating song. Everyone looked happy. They got a lot of applause, a standing ovation WELL DESERVED and in the end, all pen lights turned yellow to wave at Ryo as he left his spot. I hope he got some strenth and courage from it, and felt less burdened. I went out... Edo and Katy went to the evening performance too. I was thinking of just hanging around or maybe going to the hotel but - France had just won the world cup and Paris had exploded into a chaotic soccer mess that I wanted no part of - so I bought a rank 2 ticket and went in again. (yolo is a thing, this might well be the only time to ever see a toumyu live) Things about seeing it twice:  - Ryozono had regained his composure. I think that the successful afternoon performance and the fan’s reactions had made him feel at least less worried. He apologized this time with a strong and confident voice. Bless him. - There was a scene where Ishi wanted to draw Kashuu’s portrait (ref to Mihotose), but he forgot his pen xD He glossed it over real smooth. GJ Sakiyama <3 - It was misogi time for Ishikirimaru!! I may have screamed. I wish I’d remembered exactly what he said but it was about hugging, I think my brain just melted hence the bad memory. ^^;;;

- For the idol performance we took different seats at the side to see the actors from closer by.<3  - Sadly there were a lot of empty seats for the evening performance. It would’ve been hard to get home when the musical was over so I understand but I also think they should have done a better job at promoting the entire event. It’s alway been hard to get information, most of it  had been translated by fans from the official Japanese site. People came from all over Europe and more people would come if you’d done proper promotion beforehand. Uhm... I think that’s it. It was great. I had an amazing time with the people I was with and talked to and I wish I’d been there today as well to talk about it even more but HMU ok.

Can I just say I’m into hell even deeper now? That I fucking love Tsubasa? But also Daichi? But also Mario? Actually EVERYONE??? I’m really really really happy I decided to go, best decision, kill me now (but I’m already dead), I haven’t been able to think of anything else and I’m definitely not ready to go to work tomorrow. I hope this does still open doors to more (tourabu) musicals and/or stage plays to come to Europe. It’s very niche but it’s still a growing fandom. I’m more motivated again to do some subbing to spread the love for the stages/musicals that I like and hope people will join us in this hell and start supporting the boys and their work.

<3

more random stuff on twitter

#musical touken ranbu in paris #atsukashiyama ibun paris #toumyu paris #toumyu atsukashiyama ibun #report #musical touken ranbu #toumyu

[kakooshi]

Captain, Could you write a Ereri one with number 36 from the writing thingie? I would love to see that :D

Why of course, my fellow soldier XD Anyway….

After 84 years, I have finally picked up on my writing again! Gosh, thank you so much for being patient with me, I hope this will be worth the wait ^^ I want to apologize because you were probably expecting angst, but I wrote 3k words of sin instead, god I’m horrible :’’’D

I would also like to thank @very-ereri for allowing me to base this drabble on one of their posts ^^ All their headcanons are amazing!

36. “I wish I could hate you.”

Title: Restraint, or Lack Thereof

Rating: E 

Read on Ao3

-x-

When Levi declared that he was going to sleep in the chair forthe night, Eren knew he had fucked up somehow.

Ever since he began regularly visiting the man in his quarters, Eren often succeeded in his attempts to lure Levi into bed so that they could have sex, cuddle, or sleep in general; something that Levi had to steadily adjust to since he was so accustomed to sleeping in his chair due to his bouts of insomnia. They kept at this for days; Levi’s nightly attachment to the hard, wooden furniture getting less and less the more Eren spent time with him.

But Levi was mildly aggravated with him, and for a validreason too. During an underground patrol in one of Mitras’s low-lying junctions,Eren had flown into a spat with some brawny hoodlums whom he’d caughtbadmouthing the Captain, which resulted into a show of flying limbs and teeth.Levi of course, intervened, but this was met with a great amount of protestfrom Eren, who momentarily forgot who he was supposed to be addressing, andsaid angrily that he could defend himself just fine.

“Eren, that’s not the fucking point,” Levi had said. “Did youforget about my advice? About learning to exercise control over your emotions?” Eren wasimmediately struck with guilt in that instant, and heaved the shame he placedupon himself all the way back to the surface.

Eren’s apology came in the form of a steaming cup of blacktea sitting on Levi’s dresser and a perfectly polished room, but Levi hadforgiven him long before he’d done those things, he always did. The man lovedhis bright-eyed brat too much.

“You should know by now that I don’t give a rat’s ass aboutwhat those thugs say about me right, bright eyes?” Levi had kissed him on thecheek.

Touching the mark left from Levi’s thin lips, Eren thoughtthat things were going to be okay from then on–and they were. When Levi shutthe door to his room hours later, Eren immediately dove in to wrap his armsaround his neck and kiss him, tongue swiping at his lips without abandon.However, he learned soon enough that Levi wasn’t going to let him get away withit completely, and this was the consequence that helped him to see what Levi’s intentionswere…

Levi pulled away. “I’m staying in the chair for the night.”

He was slightly out of breath from making out, but his gazedidn’t waver. Eren raised a brow.

“You’re going to what now?!”

“I’m staying in the chair. We’re not going to fuck on my bed,tonight. Take that as punishment for letting your old carelessness take overfrom when we were supposed to be scouting the streets.” Levi covered the top railof the chair with the suit jacket he just shed and proceeded to untie his cravat,later throwing it at Eren’s dumbfounded face.

“There. In case you need to jack off. At least I’ll be herefor you to gawk at.”

Eren fumed at the sight of his older partner settlingcomfortably into the damned chair (It looked very uncomfortable to him in hisopinion), and at the state of his fully hard dick. He knew he deserved it foracting recklessly that day, but come on. Outof all the times Levi had to inflict his punishment at the last minute, itwould have to be on the night when Eren was feeling particularly horny.

The boy made to undress as well, holding the cravat between hispursed lips while he did. His movements were snappy and almost childlike; hestripped off every piece of his military uniform like it personally offendedhim. After making sure to fold his clothes properly and hang his harness on thewall, he went and flopped rather gracelessly onto the mattress, earning him alow chuckle from the man sitting inches away. Eren was left in nothing but hisunderwear.

“Such display of control.”

Eren wanted to retort with his smart-ass mouth, but he knewbetter than to give Levi a chance to fire back instantly.

Levi crossed his legs and observed him all the while, findingamusement in how Eren’s sexual frustration seemed to grow the more secondsticked by. Meanwhile, Eren, after some grumbling, scrambled in their sharedbed, trying but failing to calm his rampaging dick. Damn, Levi still managed toturn him on even when he was being so aggravating. Had he been younger, hewould have whined like the puppy that the other soldiers, even Levi himself,enjoyed comparing him to, but he was different now. He would just have to takecare of himself if he wanted to impress Levi.

“Levi…” Eren made sure not to whine. “Fuck me, please?”

“No.”

Eren’s cock twitched at the curt response. He resisted theurge to palm himself and give a few hard tugs in order to end this torture. Thethought of Levi not wanting to do that–tearing off his underwear and jerkinghim off right then and there–made it all the more difficult for him to breathe.He knew Levi wouldn’t, and that he would stick by his words, but the heatpooling within him, along with the smouldering look in Levi’s eyes, wanted toclaim otherwise.

If only he could make Levi’s resolve crumble into bits….no.He would.

Challenge accepted.

He took the cravat and inhaled it deeply, eyeing Levi fromthe side. Letting out a breathy exhale, his hand moved down to lightly tracethe expanse of his torso and lower, until it reached just shy of his waistband. Levi’s eyes darkened, obviously intriguedby the proceedings. Eren licked his lips and began to remove his underwear, slowlyexposing his weeping cock for Levi’s eyes to feast on from afar.

A groan was released when the fabric was finally removed.Eren played with the head, thumbing at the slit where a drop of pre-cum wasstarting to form. He called out Levi’s name again, eyes half-lidded and remorseful.  

The resounding plea awoke something within Levi. It crawledthrough his skin, his cock getting dangerously close to surging back to life. Itwas suddenly so hot in the room. He could blame the fireplace by his right, buthe knew the real reason as to why. Levi made to look away; he wouldn’t achieveanything if he watched, and a punishment was a punishment. But…Eren’s calls andgrunts asked him to look–as if he must–andalso begged for his forgiveness. Frenzied signals began filling his head,moving him to retrain his eyes back on Eren’s undulating body.

“L-Levi…” the moan cameout involuntarily, its volume carrying out in a way only his partner could hear.He breathed in the scent of Levi’s cravat once more, closing his eyes as he did.His fingers slipped down a little quicker than he intended to, the frictiondrawing out a heavy gasp muffled by the cravat; he couldn’t help curving hisback.

Levi willed down the guttural noise trying to escape from histhroat. ‘Eren, you fucker,’ hethought, ‘Trying to get a rise out of me.’

He was ashamed to admit to himself that he could feel hisself-control slipping as he watched Eren pleasure himself, and slowly at that.It was impressive, in the least.

Eren was working into it now, moving his hips in a steadypace as best as he could, the familiar slickness enveloping hiscalloused hand.

Levi’s breath hitched. In that moment, the pleasured whimpersfrom the punished man increased in frequency. Sweat began to form on his faceand neck, and eventually the rest of his body. Levi shivered–shivered due tothe sight that was beyond reach despite the short distance it only took.

The man struggled hard to keep his hand away from the tent inhis pants. It twitched at every stuttered sigh that came out from Eren’s plump,pink lips. If only he could…

Another noise, and the first wall broke. Levi muttered asilent “Fuck,” and brought his palm to his crotch, kneading it to hardness. Hewas landing fast, and it was all thanks to the gorgeous, keening brat on thebed trying to bring himself to completion.

He regretted ever imposing the punishment; cheeky little shitdecided to take advantage of the space he had purposefully put between them.Eren’s moans soon turned into wails, their pitch and volume raising higher andhigher, loud enough that they could echo off the walls, pierce through thewindows, and announce to everyone just exactly what he was doing so late in theCaptain’s quarters. Levi made a mental note to himself to see how much thecadets have placed their bets on this one, maybe 20 silvers and a loaf ofbread, at least.

Eren’s scream brought him back to his senses. Levi beratedhimself for having thought of a stupid bet instead of focusing on the boy thathad been jerking off on his bed for about 7 minutes, watching in purefascination as white strips of pearly cum shot out of Eren’s cock. Seeing it slowlydrizzling down Eren’s thighs drove Levi mad, and he made sure to sharpen hisglare when Eren glanced in his direction.

The boy was wrecked, breaths coming out in short, heavypuffs, yet at the same time, he held himself in such a manner that hehad the nerve to send a—was that a fucking wink—inLevi’s way. The man flushed in anger, wondering how someone as young as himcould be such a little shit. Wiping the cum on the sheets like it was nothing(Levi curled his lip in disgust at that, but what could he do?), Eren swayedhis legs so that he was sitting on the bed, head dropped and hands on the edgeof the mattress, but his eyes looked up in mischief towards Levi, whose secondwall of control was about to deteriorate.

Standing up, he noticed how Levi’s gaze went down to hisflaccid member. With a smirk, he walked, not creeped, not tiptoed, but walked casually to where Levi was sitting. 

Levi gulped. ‘This is it,’ hethought, ‘He’s going to ruin me. He’sgoing to make my control spiral into jimmied bits of wire and spit.’ Thisfucking 18-year old was going to give him the most difficult time of his life,and how funny, given that Eren was at his most bare, at his most vulnerable,but even that didn’t stop the confident sway in his hips, the movement makingLevi’s head spin for a bit. He caught the slip of drool forming at the edge ofhis mouth but he stopped himself before getting caught looking like a dewy,wide-eyed hormonal teenager. He closed his eyes, Eren’s footfalls accompanyingthe skipping beats of his heart.

To be quite honest, Levi expected Eren to apologize for hissly performance by stripping Levi of his pants in order to get the job done,but instead of being met with the sight of Eren dropping down to his knees toworship him, he was met with the empty space of a bed where Eren used to be.

“Eren?” He looked around only to gape in disbelief.

It turned out that Eren had moved past the chair where he wasat and was on his way to their shared washroom. Levi turned his head in time tosee his ass disappearing into the dark.

With that, the second wall broke. Levi clenched his fist,teeth grinding together. ‘Shit, shit,shit.’ Wincing at the miniscule softening of his cock, he reached hisfingers out to fumble at the zipper of his pants, freeing his hard-on. Heshrugged the pants off his legs completely, porcelain skin warming from thefireplace. He spit into his palm and gave it a few strokes, closing his eyes toenvision Eren re-enacting that dirty performance of his. He wanted, no, neededto–

His body went rigid when long, slender fingers caressed theside of his neck. His eyes opened in time to see Eren, still naked, hoveringover him. His expression was calm, almost calculating, but his eyes had thatblazing look to them, as if he was preparing to sear him alive. Gulping, his gazeflashed down to Eren’s cock; it was fully hard again.  

Oh–

The boy clicked his tongue. Before Levi could react, he wasstunned into submission by the forceful grip of Eren’s hands on his shoulders. Hisknees nudged Levi’s apart, the man’s cock standing at attention to hisbrusqueness. Eren held his gaze as he sank down, bringing their erectionstogether. The sweet friction had them both moaning in delight. 

Levi grabbedEren’s ass so he could press it flush against his thighs, layered in a sheen ofsweat. He yelped as Eren’s cruel fingers came to pull at his hair, his head thrownback by the action. Furious lips came to kiss and suck at the most sensitiveparts of his neck. Out of the two of them, Eren was better at leaving marks;Levi could never be more grateful for his trusty cravat.

Eren whispered his name against his throat, attacking it withseveral more nips and bites; he pulled on Levi’s hair again so that they wereface to face, and the man’s groans were soon muffled by Eren’s lips, movingwith the same vigour he directed onto his neck. They tongued at each other, Erentaking over again and bringing whine after whine out of Levi.

Now the third wall was under threat of destruction, too. Leviwanted to come so badly. However, he wanted Eren to do it first. He wouldn’tlet him win.

Eren wouldn’t let him either.

Levi was so distracted with the passion of the younger’s kissthat he didn’t register the sudden clenching around his cock. He broke off fromthe boy’s lips to release a winded gasp, face contorted in pure bliss when herealized that Eren was fully seated on his cock; it throbbed like crazy insideof him.

A grunt, “How did you…?”

“I prepped myself for you in the wash,” said the low voice.

The look on Levi’s face was incredulous. His mind immediatelyconjured up an image of Eren in front of the mirror in the washroom, lube in hand, opening himself up, prodding his hole with his slicked fingers whileprobably imagining that they were Levi’s instead. “I prepped myself for you,” was all he could ever process. It washot. It was maddening. With that, the third wall began to crumble, and hefought to keep his last thread of control, but then he was brought out of hisreverie when Eren proceeded to ride him…

His movements were slow at the start, just a lazy grindingdue to the intense jack-off session he had just minutes ago. He clenched downevery time Levi dared to look away, with little bounces here and there to pushhim further to the edge.

Levi steeled his resolve. He wouldn’t let Eren get the bestof him. Grabbing on to Eren’s waist for support, he met Eren’s languid thrustwith a hard one of his own, earning him a startled yelp from the boy above him.

“Ahhh!” There. He wouldmake Eren lose himself completely for sure. Levi was about to give him anotherone of his toe-curling thrusts, but once again, Eren surprised him. In seconds,he sensed the shift of weight as Eren gathered his strength to bounce himselfon his cock harder and faster, all traces of lethargy gone. Knowing the boy’sstamina, he was fucked.

“Eren–oh fuck, Eren!” Levi shouted. Eren lowly groaned in response.He was so fast; Levi feared that the chair might break under the tension. Therewas nothing he could do but grasp onto his hips for dear life, wishing thatthis sweet torture would end already–his third wall was cracking fast.

“So this is how it’s going to be huh, Captain?” Eren taunted. He felt Levi stiffen at the title. He gavea small hum as he eyed the suit jacket on the rail, it would look bettersomewhere else. With a small chuckle, he let go of Levi’s shoulder for a bit tograb the jacket and wear it around his frame, the sleeves hanging loosely onthe sides. Random, but donning it made whatever this was sexier somehow. “There we go,” he smiled, wiping thesweat off his bangs as he resumed his erratic pace, moaning in unison with theman who was trying so hard not to fall apart under him.

‘Fucking beautiful’, Levithought to himself, appreciating the new look. Eren wasn’t finished just yet.He inched his head closer to Levi’s.

“I want to feel every inch of you. I want it to fill me up,all the way,” He whispered into Levi’s ear, and the titan shifter slammed downon him mercilessly. Shit, not the dirty talk. Fuck, no. Levi groanedhelplessly; this was so unfair.

But Eren wouldn’t stop. He stopped whispering and said the wordsloud and clear; blunt and dirty. “Is my asshole feeling good for you? Is ittight for you?” Eren cooed, his movements becoming more erratic as he read thesigns of an impending orgasm on Levi’s face. 

This was it. Levi just kept cryingout Eren’s name, legs aching from holding him up. It was a wonder how the chairdidn’t break from their wild fucking; he was going to have to check for weltson his skin, but that didn’t matter now. There was only Eren, so determined tomake him surrender, to lose all sense of control. Levi admitted to himself thatit was very likely to happen.

“I want you to lose yourself for me, Levi.” Eren challenged,hands sliding from the man’s shoulders to brush against his nipples hiddenbeneath his flimsy shirt. They were both so sweaty, the heat from the fireplacewrapping them up in a fierce glow.

“I…I can’t….Eren, please…,” Levi moaned, low and broken.

A huff of breath, and Eren gave the final word. He licked atLevi’s lips one more time before muttering, “Come inside me. I want it all.Give it to me.”

With that, Levi finallycame, hot spurts of his seed filling up Eren just as he did. Even after hecame down from his high, he couldn’t stop shuddering. While he recovered, Erentouched his own cock and gave himself quick, frantic pumps before coming aswell; Levi falling over the edge before him enough to make him follow after. Exhaustedand panting, the couple wrapped their arms around each other, rocking back andforth in the chair (It was one hell of a strong chair). The suit jacket thatEren was wearing was now slightly heavy with the absorption of sweat.

After sharing one last kiss, Levi pulled out of Eren, both fascinatedand disgusted with the way their fluids stuck to their bodies. It was time forthem to clean up. His shaking legs were keeping him from doing that,unfortunately.

“I’m sorry,” Eren’s expression was one of guilt. At that, Levi’s face softened.

“You proved me wrong, at least.” He smiled weakly, catchingon the way Eren perked up in the hope that he would be forgiven, “Now, if youcan be just as impeccable on the streets as you are in bed, or in this case, a chair, then I mightconsider letting you off.”

Eren laughed and apologized again before carrying Levi bridalstyle (This was met with a bop to the head) to the bed. “Thirsty?” he asked.Levi nodded. Eren went back into the washroom to retrieve a basin, towel, and aflask of water. He handed the flask to Levi, and the man chugged down its contents with all his might.

“Yeah, make sure to deep throat that for me, baby.” Eren saidas he soaked the towel in the basin. Levi spit the water out.

��I wish I could hate you.” He groaned, shielding his eyeswith an arm as he lay down.

“Wish,” Eren wrung the wet towel and moved over to where Leviwas. “I’ll make sure you won’t after I clean you up.”

#snk #eren jaeger #levi ackerman #ereri #rivaere #mywrites #myposts

[lady-divine-writes]

Coldflash - A “Cover Up” one-shot - “The Snowflake Tattoo” (Rated NC17)

On one of Len's trips to 2016, Len asks Barry for a special favor ... he just doesn't make it all that easy for Barry to give it to him. (4759 words)

So this takes place at some point before the epilogue of the original story. It shows Barry giving Len his snowflake tattoo, and Len giving Barry his pinkie ring. It's also a prelude, a bit of foreshadowing, for the sequel that I'm writing that I hope to have up soon. There is also a nod to @crimsondomingo fic "Unexpected Ink" in here. For those of you who haven't read her fic, let's just say that Barry was originally going to threaten Len with a Tweety Bird tattoo xD Warning for Len giving Barry a handie at an inappropriate time, and a little bit of angst.

Read on AO3.

“Where is he? Where is he? Where is he? Where is he?” Barry mutters, pacing through his mostly empty shop. He picks up pieces of trash, and wipes down work stations as he passes them by regardless of if they’re dirty or not, keeping himself busy to keep from going insane.

“Who?” Molly, working late putting the finishing touches on a full sleeve, asks. She smirks as Barry obsessively tidies up her station, collecting stained paper towels and empty dye cups. “Your man?”

“No,” Barry responds without thinking, then quickly backpedals. “Well, yes, but I’m referring to my next client.” He spits the two words out like they’re tacks on his tongue. “Apparently some guy called last minute and somebody squeezed him in.” He glares at his receptionist, Colette, sitting behind her counter, calmly reading a current issue of Inked.

“Not my fault,” she claims, licking her fingers and flipping the page. Barry decides at that moment that that issue is going home with her. “He was very persuasive.”

“Oh yeah?” Barry turns up the wattage on his glare but he can’t keep it up. He doesn’t get miffed at his staff too often, or for too long. They work too hard, they support him no matter what, and besides – he’s too excited to be angry. “What exactly did he say?”

“I said,” a voice booms from the front door, one that has Colette grinning and Barry’s eyes widening before it speaks another word, “if you give me the last time slot, you’ll probably get a bonus.”

“Len?” Barry spins so quickly, he looks like a smear of red shirt, brown pants, and blue Converse. The moment he sees Len, Barry’s eyes light up – literally. Len can swear he sees a crackle behind them, like bottled lightning bubbling underneath. It has to be the time sickness, Len thinks. His vision’s been kind of shifty the entire walk over. He still can’t manage those jumps without getting a colossal headache. They last a few hours sometimes. That has to explain this. He’s seeing things. “You’re here!”

“Yeah, Red.” Len falls backward a step with an oof when Barry leaps into his arms. The nickname is recent - a nod to Barry’s obsession with the color red. Half of the t-shirts he owns are red … and most of his underwear. “I’m here.”

Barry doesn’t give Len the chance to say another word, fitting his mouth over his boyfriend’s while Len slides a hand underneath Barry’s ass for a gratuitous squeeze. And that’s it – the universe around them disappears. Evaporates completely away. Wrapped up in each other’s arms, lost in their own world, Barry and Len don’t hear the tittering of two employees and a customer watching them with rolled eyes and bitten lips.

“I missed you, big guy,” Barry murmurs into Len’s mouth.

“I missed you, too, Red.” Len’s eyes shift to the side, peering around Barry’s body when a titter turns into a snort. “Uh … do you think we can be alone?”

“What? Oh.” Barry snickers like he genuinely forgot that anyone else was still around. “Hey, Moll?” he calls over his shoulder, but he doesn’t let that stop him from kissing Len’s mouth and chin. “You almost done?”

“Just finished, boss,” she says. “I’m taping up now.”

“Good. When you’re done, I want everybody out.”

“Don’t you want us to stay and help you clean up?” Colette teases. Right. Like she ever cleans.

“No,” Barry says. “Just go.”

“Are you sure?”

Barry snaps his head to the side and raises his voice. “Do you want that bonus or not?”

“I’m going, I’m going.” She rushes past in mere seconds with her coat already on and buttoned to the neck. “Have a nice night you two.”

“Oh, we will.” Len winks, but at Barry, not at her.

Molly’s customer follows, leaving with an uncomfortable nod and a wave for the two men wrapped around one another without a care in the world. Finally Molly, rushing for the door, tossing the sleeves of her jacket over her arms as she goes.

“Bye, Barry. Bye, Len.”

“Bye, Molly,” they both manage to mutter, but not all the words together, and not at the same time. Len may have said bye, and Barry may have added Molly, but no one knows. Len hears Molly pull down the gate, and with the click of a padlock, they’re completely alone.

“So,” Barry says as Len returns his feet to the floor, “you wanna go upstairs? Grab a bite?”

“In a bit.” Len resists (with superhuman willpower) that suggestive whisper of Barry’s. Barry wields it with the most innocuous of phrases, turning them into seductive sentences. “But not yet.”

Barry frowns, but he’s more wary than disappointed. As eager as Len always sounds to talk to him while he’s away, Barry knows this long-distance relationship must be hard on him. It’s hard on Barry. Barry has no intention of giving up, but what if, someday, Len decides it’s too difficult on his end to continue? They may have only been seeing each other for a relatively short time, but time means nothing to them. It feels like they’ve known one another forever … and Barry’s not ready to say goodbye. “Is … is something wrong?”

“No. Not at all.” Len gives Barry’s ass another reassuring squeeze. “I was just going to ask for a favor.”

“Oh. Okay.” Barry sounds slightly more relieved, but also slightly more confused. “What’s the favor?”

“Can I get another tattoo?”

Barry’s lips split into a grin so blissful, it stutters Len’s heartbeat. “Really? You want another one?”

“Yup.” Len loves his dragon more than anything he’s ever owned, even his gun, but he wants something that’s easier for him to see. Something he doesn’t have to get undressed and stand in front of a mirror to look at, especially aboard the Waverider. He wants something that he can gaze at while he’s in bed talking to Barry, feeding his fantasies of his boyfriend before he tries to go to sleep. “I was thinking, maybe, on my arm? Or the back of my hand?”

Barry bites his lips together as if he was hoping Len would say that. “Well, as a matter of fact, there is something I’ve been thinking up for you.”

“Great.” Len lets go of Barry so he can lock the inner front door. “How much?”

“Nu-uh.” Barry grabs Len’s hand and drags him over to his work station. “This one’s on the house. Consider it a gift.”

“Barry …”

“Just … stop being stubborn and let me give you a present,” Barry argues, pushing Len into a chair. “I thought this tattoo up for you. No one will ever have it if I don’t put it on you, and I’m not charging you for it.”

“I could always just figure out a price and slip the money into your register,” Len counters as Barry slips on a pair of purple nitrile gloves and starts getting his dye cups set up.

“Yeah? Well, I could take that money back out of the register and give it to your sister after you leave.”

Len opts for an impressed face instead of arguing further. “You’re a shrewd negotiator, Mr. Allen.”

“I consider that a compliment coming from you, Captain Cold.”

“You should.” Len chuckles, but Barry just stares at him, eyes hopeful. And Len caves, because he can’t deny Barry anything. “Okay, okay, it’s a gift. But just this once.”

Barry smirks triumphantly. “Of course.” He puts a fresh set of needles on his gun. “Far be it for me to keep you from spending money that isn’t yours.” He’s kidding, but his words still carry a bitter tang.

“Hey, if I go through the trouble of stealing it, it belongs to me,” Len jokes, but lightly, and with a fair amount of guilt. Over time, Barry found out about Len’s criminal exploits. Len came clean about his past, told Barry about the majority of it. A few Barry discovered for himself using Google. Some of them were easy to stomach; some of them, a hell of a lot harder. But through it all, Barry chose to judge Len for the man he knows, not the man Len was, even if Barry does take a jab at him from time to time. But Barry only treads ankle deep into the minor infractions. He doesn’t hold the larger, more amoral ones over Len’s head. Len was raised to be a career criminal by the same monster who carved those disgusting, hateful words down Len’s back. It wasn’t Len’s choice. And besides, the man Barry met while giving Lisa her tattoo, the one who travels through time on the Waverider and saves people - he’s not a criminal in Barry’s eyes. He’s a legend. “But that doesn’t matter because I haven’t done that in a while.”

“A long while?” Barry asks with a raised eyebrow.

“Yes, Barry. A long, long, long while.”

Barry motions for Len’s hand and Len offers him the left one. Barry pulls up a small table. He presses Len’s hand flat on it, then starts cleaning the skin on the back.

“If I recall,” Len continues, “your heart is the last thing I stole.”

Barry’s smile burns slow, like he’s trying to hold it back, but when he can’t, he snickers. “That’s really corny, do you know that?”

Len leans forward, coming forehead to forehead with Barry, breaking through the veil of Barry’s concentration. “Did you like it?”

Barry’s mouth meets Len’s for a quick kiss. “Yeah. Yeah, I did.”

Satisfied, Len sits back in his chair and out of Barry’s light. Not that Barry needs it. Len’s pretty sure Barry can give him this tattoo in the dark. “So, whaddya have in mind this time?”

“Nu-uh. You don’t get to know what it is until I’m done.”

“That’s kind of an unusual way to do things in a tattoo parlor, ain’t it?”

Barry holds his gun over Len’s hand, preparing to switch it on. “Do you trust me?”

“More than anyone in my life right now.”

“Then let me do my job.” Barry winks. “Gun on.” Barry makes it a point to warn Len before he switches his gun on, just in case. Lord knows what Len’s done or seen out on the Waverider. Barry doesn’t want to take any chances and accidentally trigger unpleasant memories.

Len appreciates it. He doesn’t feel like Barry’s babying him or handling him with kid gloves. Barry is concerned about him. It’s nice to have that in his life from someone other than Lisa. He’s not about to admit that Lisa was right about all of this though. He’d rather lob off his hand again.

Len has considered the very real possibility that Barry may actually love him. Len doesn’t know yet. Barry hasn’t said the actual words, but Len hasn’t either. He just sort of feels like he knows. Barry’s not all that adept at hiding his feelings. He gives Len his all whenever Len’s in town – his time, his attention, a place to stay and food to eat. Len thinks that Barry may have come close once or twice, but that’s been during sex. Len knows better than to look for truth in any confession made while his dick’s in someone else’s body.

But one day, Len’s going to have to find a way to wheedle it out of him, see if he’s right.

Not tonight though. Tonight Len will pretend that they have all the time in the world to stay at Barry’s place and simply be with one another.

“So, how long so you think this is gonna take?” Len asks, watching Barry draw an outline on the back of his hand in silver ink. From the shape of it, it looks like it could be a star. Or a spider web. “Ballpark?”

“Um … about an hour, I think? Maybe less if the shading goes off without a hitch.” Barry grows the image from the outside in, carefully going back over the lines twice to make sure they’re smooth. Len appreciates Barry’s perfectionism, his attention to detail, even if going over those lines on this particular area of skin smarts like the dickens.

Len watches Barry’s face, tongue trapped between his teeth as he susses out the image, letting it emerge beneath his gun without a guide like he does all of his tattoos. It’s a mesmerizing process to behold, how Barry takes a void of blank skin and creates a masterpiece entirely from scratch. But Len misses Barry. He misses touching Barry, kissing Barry, feeling Barry quiver underneath him. Being this close to Barry without having his naked body pressed against Len’s is something Len is having a difficult time waiting for. So since Len’s going to be sitting there for an hour, he figures he’ll distract himself.

And maybe Barry, too, for that matter.

Len leans forward in his chair and rests his right hand on Barry’s knee. Barry doesn’t say anything. He’s used to Len touching him. It’s when Len’s hand starts making its way up Barry’s thigh that Barry’s eyebrows lift.

“Uh, Len …” Barry’s grin climbs up his cheeks “… what are you doing?”

“I was just thinking …” Len’s hand creeps further up Barry’s leg towards his crotch “… how badly could I bother you while you’re working and still get a halfway decent tattoo?”

“I guess that depends on if you want it turning out looking like Hello Kitty or not.”

“Lisa would love that.” Len pops the buttons to Barry’s fly with a single tug, then sneaks his hand past the waist band to find Barry already growing in anticipation of Len’s touch. Thank God Barry’s not a fan of super tight jeans or else this would be unnecessarily difficult.

“Are you really doing this now?” Barry asks. He switches inks, shifting subconsciously in his seat to accommodate the fingers wrapping around his cock.

“Barry, I’ve been away from you for months. Yes, I’m really doing this now.”

“Len,” Barry complains, then moans, “Jesus,” with Len’s first stroke down and up. Len’s hand, warm and dry, finds a rhythm along Barry’s skin that’s steady, easy for Len to maintain with his arm torqued in this awkward position. Barry gasps softly while Len strokes, focused on not moving or twitching too much so as not to screw up Len’s tattoo. But staying how he is, his body stalwart against this erotic assault while his mind and hands work, is torture.

When a small pearl of pre-cum dots the tip of Barry’s cock, Len’s instinct is to swipe it up and lick it off his finger, but the need to keep this rhythm up, to not let go, is so much stronger. “Mmm, maybe we should have gone upstairs first,” Len murmurs as he brings a thumb up and over the head of Barry’s cock to collect it, and then wipes it down Barry’s shaft.

“And why’s that?”

“Because I’m dying to taste you.”

“Fuck …” Barry groans, swallowing heavily. “Th-that is rather unfortunate, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. But if I get you to cum like this, then I can lick you off my hand.”

Barry whines. “Len … you can’t … mmm … you can’t say that when …”

“When …?”

“When I can’t get to you.”

“But you have me, Barry. Absolutely and completely. And the second you’re done with that tattoo, I get my turn, don’t I?”

“Yes …” Barry whispers, barely breathing as Len’s hand picks up speed. Barry spreads his legs wider, and Len pulls in closer.

“Though, I think I could do this all night if you’re going to take your time with that tattoo,” Len teases. “Heat you up and then …” Len stops stroking “… cool you down.”

“Oh God,” Barry mutters, pausing only a millisecond when his eyelids flutter closed. “Don’t do that, Len ... just …”

“But it’s so much fun, Red.” Len strokes fast, then stops short. Barry squirms in his chair, his legs shuddering the second Len’s hand comes to a halt.

Fisting over Barry’s cock, stopping and starting, stopping and starting, has Barry muttering in frustration around helpless mewls. Len brings Barry close to cumming, and Len could just let him, but he’s too fascinated watching Barry work under pressure. Aside from the man’s cock in his hand, throbbing every time Len squeezes, and his fidgeting legs, which probably wouldn’t be obvious to anyone not sitting close up and personal, Len wouldn’t be able to tell that Barry is in any way distracted. For a moment, a moment that Len hates himself for, he imagines Barry cracking a safe or hacking into a database … or aboard the Waverider. Doing what, Len doesn’t know. Barry said he has a background in science. Forensics. That could be useful somehow. But even if Barry doesn’t have a “questionable” specialty the way the rest of them do, his calm under stress, nearly unfaltering, is a talent that Len envies.

Len can be cool as a cucumber when he wants to, but he’s had slip ups. True patience is not a skill that can be taught, regardless of what Lewis Snart believed. Barry is like a man split in two, existing in a place where he can feel and experience fully, and another where he can push that aside.

Len wants to know how far that goes, how much Len has to push to make those personas smack back together.

He wants to know what he has to do to make Barry surrender.

He can’t rely on tormenting Barry’s body to do that for him. He has to get into Barry’s mind.

“Barry,” Len says, slowing his strokes to a gentle massage, “I want you, Barry Allen. So damn much …”

“J-just … g-give me a mo-moment,” Barry begs, scooting towards the edge of his chair to persuade Len to speed up. “I’m almost done …”

“No, Barry. I want you now. I want down on my knees so I can blow you in that chair.”

“I don’t think I’d be able to work on your tattoo that way.” Barry hiccups, and his non-gun hand shakes, but so imperceptibly, Len’s surprised that even he noticed.

“Well, we could take a tiny break then, couldn’t we? So I can have my mouth full of you?”

The sound Barry makes next is high-pitched and strangled, his legs fighting the shudder to simply tap out a beat while his hand moves faster, desperate to get Len’s tattoo done before he cums.

“God, I love having you in my mouth, Barry. You know, I’ve never met a man who tastes the way you do. It’s not something I particularly enjoy, giving head, so I don’t do it. But with you, I can’t help myself. Could you imagine being on the Waverider with me? I’d never get anything done cuz I could never get my fill of you.”

“G-god …” Barry moans, teeth clenched. For Len, Barry’s locked jaw brings to mind the last time he and Barry had sex – Barry in his lap, fucking him with all his limber strength and encompassing heat, mumbling a constant mixture of Len’s name and oh God until, right before he came, all he could say was oh Len, which, of course, Len preferred much better.

“Or, I could let you fuck me, Red. We’ve only done that a few times, but you’re so damn good at it.” Barry sucks his trembling lower lip between his teeth and bites down. Len smiles. Now he’s getting somewhere. “I think that’s exactly what I need after so many months away from you – a nice, slow, relaxing fuck. Whaddya think? Would you do that for me?”

“Yes … oh God, yes …”

Barry’s close, but somehow he’s finding a way to keep himself from tripping over that edge. But Len has plenty of tricks up his sleeve, one that he think might be the key. He stops stroking and lets go. Barry sighs in frustration and relief. Len smirks, because he’s not done with his boyfriend yet. He licks his palm and goes back to stroking before Barry can take a solid breath, and that does it. Barry’s hips jump from that sensation of wet along with Len’s heat. He drops down in his seat, unable to sit up straight anymore with the pressurized pleasure that’s filling his body. Barry’s needles dig into Len’s hand, and even though Len hisses, he barely feels it because the expression on Barry’s face becomes transcendent.

“Jesus,” Barry moans, retaining enough sense to turn off his machine as he starts to buck into Len’s fist, “Christ.”

“There you go, baby,” Len says, watching transfixed as Barry inches closer and closer, his head tilted back with eyes closed, mouth twisted into a smile of ecstasy. “How’s that feel? You been missin’ that?”

“Yes,” Barry gasps, grabbing blindly for a paper towel to cover his cock so he doesn’t spurt cum all over his sterile work station. “Yes. Goddammit … I … that was …” Barry rolls his head to his right and chokes. “Uh oh. Ah …” Barry puts a hand over Len’s to block his view.

“Oh no, you’re not getting out of this that easily.” Len yanks his hand out from underneath Barry’s. “Let me take a look at oh shit!” Len laughs at the string of wobbly lines and wonky coloring that used to be a perfect, shimmering snowflake.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Barry grabs a spray bottle of cleaner and starts re-sterilizing his work space. He hastily shoves his limp cock back in his pants, then snaps on new gloves. He switches out his needles and gets fresh dyes, rushing as if the devil himself were his client. “I can fix it.”

“I know you can.” Len reclines in his chair, leisurely licking Barry’s cum from his hand while Barry works. “I’m not worried one bit.”

Barry flattens Len’s messed up hand on the freshly cleaned work space. He wipes down Len’s tattoo with a wet paper towel to clear off the excess ink and see what he has to work with. He glances momentarily at his boyfriend, whimpers when Len’s tongue wraps around his index finger, then gets back to work.

After that detour, Barry is complete focus … and incredible speed. So much so that Len sits up, his eyes drawn to the way Barry moves.

Len’s been gone a while, but still, what the hell’s happened between then and now? Did Barry fall into a vat of toxic waste or get bitten by a radioactive spider and neglect to tell him?

Barry has this tattooing thing on lock, moving between lines and colors, cleaning his needles and reworking the image. The new picture seems to move across Len’s skin under Barry’s gun, changing, rearranging, transforming, until what had started out as an amazing snowflake is now an exceptional snowflake.

In barely five minutes, Barry shuts off his gun and wipes down Len’s hand, not acknowledging with any conceit the feat he completed in Guinness World Record time.

“What do you think?” Barry asks, pulling off his gloves and tossing them in the trash. He overlooks Len’s pinched brow of confusion, his eyes darting between Len’s unreadable face and the tattoo, waiting impatiently for Len’s seal of approval. “Do you … do you like it?”

Len holds his hand up to the light so he can get a better look. “It’s incredible,” he says, turning his hand and examining the inks, a gradient of colors from white to silver to blue layered in so many hues that they seem to twinkle as he moves. “Absolutely.” But aside from the wonder of Barry’s talent, these awe-inspiring pieces of art that he comes up with in a flash, it’s how he works that has Len dumb-struck … and concerned. This thing that Barry does, this blur that he becomes – it’s not natural.

It’s not human.

Len doesn’t want to put too much weight on it, but every time he sees Barry, this speed of his … it increases.

Len forces a smile more than usual; he doesn’t want Barry to know that he’s worried. “Are you ever gonna tell me how you work that fast?”

“Nu-uh,” Barry says, obviously less worried than Len. “Trade secret.”

Maybe Barry doesn’t notice, Len thinks. Maybe he doesn’t see or feel how much he’s changed. But if that strange vibrating thing is happening to Barry on the outside, Len can’t help but wonder what’s happening to him on the inside. The only way he would ever know would be to take Barry to the Waverider and have Gideon do a full work up on him.

But how badly would it destroy Barry’s life if Rip Hunter knew what Barry could do?

That point’s moot because, without doing some severe damage to the timeline, there will be no hiding this from Rip. Time Masters have a way of finding out everything. If something is happening to Barry, some kind of transformation, then it’s already written into the timeline … and Rip will find out about it eventually.

If that time comes and Rip, or anyone, comes after Barry, will Len be able to protect him?

Will Len be around to protect him?

That may be a convincing argument for leaving the Waverider for good.

“Hey … hey, Len ... Leonard …” Len looks away from his snowflake and into the troubled eyes of his boyfriend. ”Hey. Where did you go just then? You disappeared on me for a bit.”

“Here.” Len doesn’t answer Barry’s question. He can’t. If he’s afraid of what may happen in the future due to natural progression, he’s not about to jumpstart anything with an explanation. “I want you to have this.”

Barry’s seen the ring before. Len wears it on and off, but Barry has never asked him about it. Barry’s thoughts about it border between it being extremely important, and not so important. But as Len wrenches it off his finger and slips it onto Barry’s, Barry can’t help feeling that it’s more important than he gave it credit for.

“Wha---“ Barry gapes at the ring when it’s finally on his finger, “what is this for?”

“I’ve had this ring for a long time,” Len says, curling Barry’s fingers, then holding his fist. “It’s a relic from a less than stellar past. But it means something to me, something important. Something that I’ve needed to be reminded of again and again over the course of my life.”

“And what’s that?”

“That I’m my own person. That no matter what hand the universe deals me, my choices are my own. I want you to remember that you are your own person, Barry Allen. That no matter what, no matter what choice you’re given, your decisions are your own. And you have to do what’s best for you.” Len brings Barry’s fist to his mouth and kisses his knuckles. “The future needs you, Barry Allen.”

Barry stares at Len, his boyfriend’s eyes closed as his lips gently brush Barry’s skin, and Barry feels breathless. Breathless over Len’s sincerity, and at the conviction behind his words … their unexpected urgency. Suddenly, he becomes afraid. “I guess you would know, huh?”

Len shrugs. “Maybe.” His gaze lifts, and he looks in Barry’s eyes. “But I need you, too. And that’s the only future I care about. Yours and mine.”

Barry nods. Something’s going on with his boyfriend. Barry doesn’t know exactly what yet, and he’s sure that Len will tell him in time, but that doesn’t make Barry any less uneasy. Barry presses his lips to Len’s forehead, needing to be closer to the man now more than before.

“Take me upstairs?” Barry whispers. “And make love to me? And let’s … not get out of bed again until you have to leave. We can order in, eat naked, shower often, and forget that everyone else exists for a while. What do you say, big guy?”

“That sounds like a plan,” Len says. “One we should get started on yesterday. Maybe earlier.” Barry stands and takes Len’s right hand, leaving the left with the snowflake tattoo un-taped until they get upstairs. He leads Len through his shop to the staircase at the back. “Should we order a pizza?” Len asks as Barry unbolts the door.

“Duh,” Barry says. “What the hell else is there to eat?”

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